New verse for Liberty
If Donald Trump becomes president, we’ll need to do some editing of Emma Lazarus’ verse on the Statue of Liberty. Here’s a start:
Don’t give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Don’t send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me.
Forget my lamp. We’ve closed the golden door!
Edward Reynolds
Spokane